JD

My Grandma, so small and frail, once told me that a lonely bird flew through the desert, pooped on a rock and the blistering sun hatched me out. Those words, held so deep, through all of my life’s trials and tribulations, have stayed with me. I am the poop, Arizona is my rock. This is where I reside, but I don’t smell bad (I wear Dolce and Gabbana).

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